Eduardo x Jon Story

Experimentation Complete.

I just wanna say, I love you guys. You all are so supportive and kind. I like to think of you all as friends that I just don't get to see. Is that weird?
...yeah it's kinda weird.  Sorry.
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Over the course of two months, Jon was frequently experimented on with different variables. He'd been frozen, suffocated, shot at, poisoned, ect.
He'd lost his mind for small amounts of time before slowly coming to. It was not often, but there were always things that set him off into an episode.
Towards the end it came to the point where he was uncaring for what would happen next. Not broken, no. He was not broken. He just did not care. Nothing hurt anymore and it was all so predictable.

Until one day, or night; Jon was unable to decipher since they're were no clocks visible to him.
The man, he now knew as Doctor Roderick had slipped in with his assistants. One he'd known since the beginning and another who'd replaced the kinder woman.
She'd been caught in attempt to free him and was sent down to the army prison. She was demoted and Jon was unsure of where she was now.
He wasn't sure if he really cared anymore.
"Experiment 0.1, you have surpassed every test. You are able to revive yourself within minutes after death and heal from multiple wounds without fail."
Jon gave an apathetic sigh, "and?"
The doctor smiled his dirty crooked smile. Something Jon found not as frightening as he used to. The doctor was just a sadistic asswhole with control issues afterall.
"I would like to test how well your arteries will close if slit to the bone, if the wound closes, the test is over."
Jon stared up at the ceiling, frowning lackadaisically, "and if it doesn't?"

"Then you will bleed out unless we can reattach the artery," the doctor replied simply.

Jon nodded in affirmation.

He waited, watching as his assistants prepared a scalpel, handing it to the doctor once it was properly sanitized.
Jon closed his eyes, not wanting to watch, though it looked as though he was calmly resting.
He could feel the knife anyway.
No, That was a lie. He could, but it did not hurt him. The pressure against his skin felt no less the than a feather grazing over it.

Blood spewed out of his arm, spraying bits over his cheek before stopping abruptly.
He opened his eyes and turned his head to see the new assistant brushing over his wrist with a wet cloth.

"Congradulations experiment 0.1, you are now the perfect soldier." The man spoke hautily, as if he'd won some kind of  sick game.
Jon stared at his unmarked wrist wistfully when the assistant was finished. He wished he was still bleeding out.
He barely heard the doctor busying himself with calling his higher ups.

Tis another short chapter for the moment. I'll probably upload again later today, maybe around night time. Idk.